On the flower boat, behind the screen, three chrysanthemums are put into teacups.

The maid smelled the fragrance of the tea and listened to the music across the river, and she beamed with joy: "Miss, this young master's music is indeed excellent."

Beside her, a skinny beauty looked at herself in the mirror, holding a piece of red paper and puckering her lips.

She also agreed: "The technique is really good."

The maid smiled and said: "Miss, are you going to pick up this young man on the boat tonight? Mr. Zhang is known as the [talented talent of the North] and is as famous as Shen Feibai. After this spring, he will definitely be like that dragon gate leaping carp."

, it’s priceless. If the young lady gave him her first night, it would be considered a good time."

Qingshuang: "Wait a little longer, don't be in a hurry."

But the maid worried for her and said: "Miss, please don't delay any longer. In the past, there is no other courtesan like you. How many young men from aristocratic families spent a lot of money just to see you, but you refused. For this matter, my mother,

But I am heartbroken.

If you continue to be reserved today, I'm afraid your mother will go to that extreme and promise you to Boss Ma."

Qingshuang: "She is just trying to scare me. If she pushes me too hard, I will find a random man and taint her body to see if she regrets it or not."

The maid sighed: "Miss, why are you doing this? Our background is destined to be rare in our lives. It would be great if we could give this innocent body to the one we love. But how can we get it with our status?"

Others really like it? I listen

My mother said that most men are one thing on the outside but another on the inside. She also said that men’s mouths are deceitful. Instead of giving this innocent body to anyone casually, it is better to promise it to this young man in his prime.

I think this picture of Mr. Yue Bin is excellent."

Qingshuang put down the flower piece and poked the maid on the head with her white fingers: "You, I think you are in love with spring."

The maid was not shy. Instead, she straightened her body and said, "I'm not young anymore, especially you, miss. You are already eighteen. If you don't make good plans in the past two years, after you are twenty, you won't suffer such pain again."

Many men are following her."

Qingshuang is calm and silent,

She certainly knew that the golden years of a Qing Dynasty's shepherd were from sixteen to nineteen. After twenty, one was considered too old.

After all, this line of work is also created by talented people from generation to generation.

Those who come after you have the same level of beauty and younger body, and will naturally be more loved and sought after by the majority of men.

Therefore, which of the previous courtesans did not try their best to earn enough money in their golden age?

But Qingshuang is not good. Although she is praised as the oiran, she never cooperates with her activities.

In the past, when scholars presented poems, she would criticize them without mercy.

This made many arty people dislike her very much.

She didn't want to participate in tonight's event.

But Yanyu Pavilion's mother said that if she didn't hold up the card, she would sell her to Boss Ma no matter what.

Thinking of the old and ugly Boss Ma, Qingshuang finally agreed to participate in this event.

This time Yanyuge's mother was willing to let her participate. In fact, what she valued at the beginning was the reputation of Zhang Yuebin, a talented person from the North.

Whether an oiran is popular or not, topicality is extremely important.

Qingshuang is not the only famous Qinghuan in this huge capital city.

If you can have a relationship with Zhang Yuebin, a talented man from the North, your fortune will double.

Qingshuang smiled faintly: "So what if you make a plan? What if you don't make a plan? It's just coming naked and leaving naked, it doesn't matter."

Maid: "Miss, it's not good to think like this. It's not good to be world-weary."

Qingshuang: "It's not that I'm world-weary, I just feel that there's nothing in this world worth being curious about and yearning for."

The maid sighed again. She had been with Qingshuang for several years, and she knew that it was precisely because of this muddled mentality that Qingshuang was like this.

After Yuebin's performance, Qingshuang's attitude was so bland, I'm afraid that the topic brewing tonight will come to nothing again.

"After Mr. Zhang, no one dared to succeed him. It can be seen that other people also know that they are high-minded and modest, and they don't dare to show their shame."

Zhang Yuebin's technique is top-notch, and he also plays the famous song "Guangling San". With such a great talent, it would be extremely difficult for others not to surpass him, but even to be on par with him.

But at this moment,

In the candlelight opposite, Jiangling borrowed an ancient xun and came to the door to perform.

When the maid on the flower boat saw her, she exclaimed in surprise: "Miss, look, there is a brave man here. Mr. Zhang Zhuyu is in front. This man dares to perform music, but it is quite interesting."

Qingshuang didn't look at it, she just took the pen and drew her eyebrows with herself.

The night is as dark as water, and the moon is as bright as a mirror, shining in the water and swaying.

On the other side of the square, the sound of music suddenly started playing, and the ancient xun was melodious, but it was playing an unfamiliar tune.

As soon as the song started, there was a chorus of sighs.

But when the nine notes sounded softly, as if entering the clouds, everyone present fell silent and became silent.

After listening to the first short paragraph, the maid couldn't help but said: "Miss, this song is so strange."

But she saw the paintbrush in Qingshuang's hand suddenly fall to the ground. She stretched out her jade fingers and covered the maid's lips, signaling her not to make any sound.

Jiangling half leaned against the door wall, closed his eyes and played, and the song he played was the last song of the xun - "The Original Scenery of My Hometown".

This song has been played very frequently in later generations, even around the world. Good music can be heard regardless of national boundaries or race.

The mainstream music of this era was still based on the five-tone and six-tone rhythm, with the five tones of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu being the main ones.

But this song "Original Scenery of My Hometown" sounds to people of this era with a sense of transcendence and detachment.

It makes people feel intoxicated and their thoughts are far away.

The melodious melody seems to bring people's consciousness into a vast grassland involuntarily.

Here you can see the sunset over the Yellow River and the flowing water from my hometown.

The memories of the past are reflected in the water, and the scenes are connected and vivid.

Either there is joy or there is sadness...

The performer has no intention, but the listener has intention.

Where there was a low voice, a few people quietly wiped away their tears.

When a song is finished,

In the hall, there was silence.

After a few breaths, someone shouted loudly: "Okay, okay, this song is about making people feel like listening to fairy music and their ears are temporarily enlightened. Good!"

Those who praise him are from the southern camp.

Although the northern camp neither praised nor belittled him.

Zhang Yuebin only nodded and smiled without saying a word.

Zhu Xiaolian admired Jiang Ling's ability to play the xun very much, because he could probably be regarded as a musical comrade.

But Meng Longtan touched his chin and thought for a moment: "Brother Jiang, this song is indeed wonderful. I have never heard such a wonderful song. While listening to the music just now, I couldn't help but think of my mother in my hometown, and I almost cried. .However, this song is wonderful, but it does not conform to the mainstream Five Rhythms. I don’t know if it will be heard by Miss Qingshuang.”

Jiangling smiled and said nothing,

There's only so much he can do to help. As for winning or losing, it depends on God's will.

At least, after he played this song, no one laughed anymore that no one in the southern camp responded to the challenge.

Then, another moment passed.

No one in the north or south plays it anymore.

After beating the gong here, a person came out of the flower boat on the other side, holding a bamboo raft and holding a lantern.

All the students were suddenly enlightened,
Chapter completed!